[Lyric] Geekin 2 Spin (JAHHLU)

[Intro]
X8
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah

[Chorus]
I'm with my brothers, we geekin' to slide
I'm with my brothers, we geekin' to spin
I got a chop', and it stay by my side
So, if you playin' me, it's the end
I'm like, "Baby, why you lie?"
You said you gon' be here 'til the end
I'm so high, I'm finna glide
I got a choppa, I'll bust your man
Double the cup, feel like Kankan
Countin' up green, feel like Peter Pan
I got a chop', point the heat at your mans
Bad lil' bit', put the D in her friend
I took your bitch on a date to France
Choppa gon' hit him, make that nigga dance
Choppa gon' hit him, make that nigga prance
Oh, woah
[Verse]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shoutout to Roman, I'm geekin' to spin
Always first, you know I'ma win
Run up thе block with a new FN
I do not care how much I spend
I'm finna skrrt off in that Bеnz
[?], feel like Ben 10
I feel like Tecca, I did it again
I'm finna skrrt in the Mazda
Mexican bitch, call me "Papa"
I got a grip on the choppa
He playing with me, he gon' die
I got a chop' with a knife
Playing with me, get fried
[?], I gotta lie
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
I'm with my brothers, we geekin' to slide
I'm with my brothers, we geekin' to spin
I got a chop', and it stay by my side
So, if you playin' me, it's the end
I'm like, "Baby, why you lie?"
You said you gon' be here 'til the end
I'm so high, I'm finna glide
I got a choppa, I'll bust your man
Double the cup, feel like Kankan
Countin' up green, feel like Peter Pan
I got a chop', point the heat at your mans
Bad lil' bit', put the D in her friend
I took your bitch on a date to France
Choppa gon' hit him, make that nigga dance
Choppa gon' hit him, make that nigga prance
Oh, woah
[Outro]
I'm with my brothers, we geekin' to slide
I'm with my brothers, we geekin' to spin
I got a chop', and it stay by my side
So, if you playin' me, it's the end
I'm like, "Baby, why you lie?"
You said you gon' be here 'til the end
I'm so high, I'm finna glide
I got a choppa, I'll bust your man
Double the cup, feel like Kankan
Countin' up green, feel like Peter Pan
I got a chop', point the heat at your mans
Bad lil' bit', put the D in her friend
I took your bitch on a date to France
Choppa gon' hit him, make that nigga dance
Choppa gon' hit him, make that nigga prance
Oh, woah